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letra de things we do - blitz (pop)

[intro]
i know it’s crazy
yeah
some of the things we do
it’s crazy
can’t explain that sh-t though

[chorus] 2x
some of us break day stuck in the grind
and some of us stick sh-t, l-st in the shine
others past time getting drunk staying high
and it’s really hard to justify some of things we do
[verse one]
i’ve seen the sun rise straining my eyes
chef and coke, addicts with the range habits loving every tote
a package worth a hundred notes going up in smoke
my motive was the love for what kept me from being broke
now i’m related to thеse street corners, dealеrs and fiends
no rest, stuck in the grind, been up for the aim
later adapt into the fast flow of franklin’s and jackson’s
how i was making sh-t happen from making a transaction
thinking survival, deep in the cycle, hitting customers
marked money is trifle, known to be vital to hustlers
so i exchanged those, scanning for the strip
for the d’s in plainclothes
pushing tinted intrepid’s and black durango’s
praising every package sold up on janet cole
cooking bread off page, major spenders had a code
was it greed, or the foul l-st for crime developing
in my sleep on and wake up in the cell again
hear me out my n-gga!

[chorus] 2x

[verse two]
some of us thugs believe in black berettas and gloves
face mask and blasting slugs
save cash in compartments where you stash your drugs
crashing clubs, carjacks and sn-tching dubs
they believe all is fair and everything that’s yours is theirs
same rules apply in all affairs
whether it be family or foe
or close friend hand ’em your dough
move too d-mn slow where them hammers go
and some of us refuse to think it’s our insanity though
while on trial we praying in case some of us happened to blow
yet at times we feel this though i gotta take mine
cannon up on the waistline
never consider giving the state time
like, f-ck it this one’s for the money, two for the crooks
three for the countless victims who got it during the jooks
four the electric tape, ropes and torture
and kidnappers in the slope recorders
cuz of the things we do
[chorus] 2x

[verse three]
liquor bottles crack, n-ggas swallow yak while it’s dripping
tip the bottle back inflict the bottle cap
laid out in puddles of booze
broke, missing one of their shoes
figured by sipping they can run from their blues
only to find when they’re sobered up
the same stress and problems that existed
before they sit and started throwing up
calling advice scripture of life
nights get ’em tight
arguments and fights with their wife
pints get ’em right
others past time dusted or blasting on some type of acid
got ’em believing the emotion of life is backwards
while for some of us the ritual is philly’s and dutches
peeling the sh-t that like stick when you touch
soon as you inhale it you love how your lungs pump it
some of us dump it, some of us pitch and hold a
rest on puncture, so pump this in memory of
felons we love, dead or alive in custody
cuz of the things we do

[chorus] 2x

- blitz pop

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